Love letter

Baby,
 
I miss you differently tonight. I miss you in layers so thick they seem atmospheric. My longing for you, and keen awareness of a measured distance between you and I are clashing beautifully with the love I feel and have only just begun to explore with you, A love that I'm now certain is my future.
 
But it is taking a moment, to ease in, and get more than just a glimpse of what has taken root.  
 
God I am struggling in that moment, but must let it look.  
 
I miss you like this Nick, and it mirrors the night sky. A tremendous storm has been building in the sky for an hour now. It has shown itself, and staggers me. An acid trip like, wild scene, as violet neon flashes connect violently with electric blues and divert, scattering like lizards hiding in black and charcoal grey clouds as ominous as a murder of crows.  
 
And all of this, it grows in silence. The storm is like a mighty gatekeeper without sword. The clang of steel on shield would not improve its stature. It needs no noise to be mighty. So, it makes no noise.  
 
I imagine myself lying underneath this terrific sky with you, and finding your hand, and feeling your fingers tighten on mine, and I imagine I would understand the storms quiet more completely as my breathing began to notice your breathing and they aligned. As my heart's beating calmed just so it could hear more clearly, yours, and your hearts beating listened to mine as if it were a lullaby.  
 
I know you are going to lay down tonight with the idea of us held tightly in your arms, and hunger for the idea to be replaced with white naked skin and my mouth moving down you.  
 
Hold it tightly then, I am right there with you.  
I miss you just like this Nick. Just like this.